Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes <br />Which, star like sparkle in their skies; <br />Nor be you proud, thata you can see <br />All hearts your captives, yours yet free; <br />Be you not proud of thata rich hair <br />Which Wantons with the love sick air; <br />Whenas that ruby which you wear, <br />Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, <br />Will last to be a precious stone <br />When all your world of beauty's gone<br /><br />amina kamran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-dianeme-2/
